Friday, November 26, 2010

Into the moonlight he staggers 
In drunken haze                        
A dagger through his breast
            To her.



                                 
                                                She sits by the window
                                                Dreaming of tomorrow
                                                Happy chandeliers in her ears
                                                         He promised.


Amidst autumn leaves
He kissed her feverishly
Caressing worries away
     Wait for me.           

                                                                                        His hand found hers
                                                                                        In the crowd           
                                                                                        Shy stolen glances     
                                                                                                 Love...                                                                                     
                                             

       Rustle of skirts
       He turned to see her
       pretty hair swinging
           He smiled



                                                                             An enigmatic smile
                                                                             Through searing eyes
                                                                             Passionate soundless music
                                                                                 She blushed...

                   




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